No Rolls Could Make A Sound
I do not know if these street lights ever held any truth.
How many times I have seen you cry the tears of the static truth of reality.
In those eyes I see the reflection of boundless regret —-- of a decision we made together.
The truth shall be burried deep beneath the ocean floor;
and its remains shall build new homes.
I taste the nothingness on the tip of my tongue;
no rolls could make a sound.
1000 meters below the surface; the Aphotic zone.
My heart falls silent.
One day it will sing songs I have never heard of before ——
echoing through the vast fluid reality.